Blake, Abby - Keen Inclination [A Bride for Eight Brothers 4] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Abby Blake

  “First of all,” he said, but she went to cut him off. He widened his stance, crossed his arms, and lowered his voice. He loved the woman dearly, but she sure could push his buttons. “First of all,” he repeated, “Jessie Evans is dangerous. She is not engaged to Peter, and the last time Peter saw her was in court as she tried to sue us for everything we’ve got.” His mother opened her mouth, but he spoke over her before she could get the first word out. “Secondly, you are very lucky that Mikayla didn’t overhear that rant. If I ever hear you talk so callously about her miscarriage again, I will refuse to take your calls. Are we clear?”

  His mother nodded but looked really shocked at his harsh words. A moment later her expression turned to one of remorse as if she’d just realized what she’d said. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it the way it came out. You know we love Mikayla. It’s just that we’d love grandchildren too, and with all eight of you married to the same woman…” Her words trailed off as she realized she was digging herself back into the same hole.

  “Mom,” Lachlan said, trying to see the argument from all angles, “we will have children. If Mikayla can’t carry them herself, we’ll work something out. Please just let it go for now.”

  “O…okay,” she said, seeming uncharacteristically unsure of herself. “But what should we do if Jessie turns up again?”

  “Call the police and have her arrested. I’m going to contact our lawyer and get a restraining order in place. Jessie Evans has gone far enough.”

  His mother nodded, but she still seemed hesitant.

  “I’ll let you know if she comes back.”

  Lachlan nodded, said his goodbyes, and then leaned his elbows on the desk. He scrubbed a hand over his face and tried not to think about how devastated Mikayla would’ve been if she’d overheard that conversation. For the first time since she’d left with Brock and John, Lachlan was very glad she wasn’t close by.

  He had no idea how long he sat there contemplating the situation, but he nearly jumped a foot in the air when he heard his brothers’ laughter as they came in through the security door at the front of the building. Shaken by his own uncharacteristic behavior, he went to meet them and get a run-down on what had happened with this group of raiders.

  * * * *

  She’d very literally been naked for three days straight, and she was beginning to think the whole wearing clothes thing was overrated. Any time the inclination took them, Brock and John turned to her with a wicked grin and moments later she was either screaming in orgasm or begging for one.

  Brock had stayed true to his word and spanked her more than once. But right now she had a plug up her ass big enough to prepare her for one of their cocks. It had been so long since she’d had anal sex with any of her men that Brock had insisted they take time to prepare her. Of course both Brock and John had “inspected” the damn thing several times in the last half hour, and thanks to their attentions she’d been on the verge of explosive orgasm the whole time.

  Frustrated and needy, she dropped her hand to her clit just wanting to take the edge off, but John saw her, nodded at Brock, and the next thing she knew she was ass up face down over the sofa with her arms stretched out in front of her. She tried to wiggle so that she could press her clit against just about anything, but they held her trapped.

  Brock tapped the end of the plug, and liquid warmth burst through her abdomen. He pulled it out a little way and then pushed it back in, then did it again and again, slowly fucking her with the plug. She moaned, but the sound was quickly stopped by John’s cock. He wrapped her arms around his hips and stepped closer, forcing his cock deeper. He held her still, fucking her mouth in the same slow, lazy rhythm Brock was using.

  She growled her irritation, but John managed to extricate his cock despite her desperate sucking and near death grip on his thighs. He stepped away.

  “Naughty subs don’t get rewards,” Brock warned as he pushed the plug back into place.

  “I’ll be good,” she promised but then ruined it by adding in a sexy voice, “very, very good.” John laughed, and Brock landed a slap on her ass. A minute later, she found herself sitting on the most uncomfortable chair in the history of uncomfortable chairs, her hands secured behind her back, her legs tied open, and her clit and ass throbbing.

  She growled when Brock turned back to his book and caressed her knee absently. “Be a good sub and I won’t use the O-ring.” Damn, she was frustrated enough that even the thing she despised the most didn’t seem worse than sitting on this chair, on the verge of orgasm, waiting for her husbands to let her come.

  “O-ring?” John asked curiously. Brock pulled the despised mouth piece from his pocket and Mikayla nearly choked on how close she’d come to actually wearing the damn thing. She shut her mouth, grinding her teeth together just in case Brock changed his mind.

  John looked more than a little curious, and she really, really wanted to tell him not even to think about it. But of course talking now would give Brock the perfect excuse to put the damn thing on her, so she kept quiet and dropped her head down to avoid making demands with her eyes.

  “Good girl,” Brock said, obviously aware of her reaction.

  They made her wait, but eventually John knelt at her feet and touched her intimately with his tongue. She moaned at the delicious sensation, nearly crying with relief when Brock loosened the straps on her legs and John pulled her pussy closer to his mouth.

  Brock stood behind her, playing with her aching nipples as he watched his brother bring her to the brink of orgasm. Her entire body shook, her breathing labored, her back arched, her toes curled, but then John pulled away. She wanted to scream at them, but she bit her tongue because Brock had left that damn O-ring right in her line of vision.

  With her arms still secured behind her back, she could only wait helplessly, hopefully begging them with her body without demanding enough to earn the gag.

  “Good girl,” Brock said again as he soothed her hair away from her eyes. “Good subs get rewarded.” She tried to hide her relief, but he saw it anyway and ran a soothing hand over her chest and shoulders. “Stand up.” She shuffled to the edge of the seat, grateful to feel Brock’s steadying hand between her shoulder blades. John urged her onto her knees and then eased her forward, lowering her head and shoulders to the floor. He released her wrists from their bindings, helped her move her arms to a more comfortable position, and massaged the tired muscles.

  Brock removed the butt plug and left the room for a few moments. When he came back, she could clearly hear the sound of lube as he slicked his cock. The blunt head pressed against her anus, and she eagerly pressed back against him. He slapped her thigh, ordered her to stay still, and then eased into her back passage. She panted as the delicious sting wound dark desire through her. He fucked her carefully, like she was fragile, and she wanted to growl at the slow burn, but when he pulled from her completely, she just wanted to cry.

  He moved to the edge of the sofa and lay back. John lifted her off the floor and carried her over to Brock. He arranged her over Brock with her back to his chest. John pushed her knees almost to her shoulders and held her there as Brock worked his cock back into her ass. She sighed with relief as John pushed her legs wide and fit his cock against her pussy.

  Their movements started awkwardly, but they soon found a rhythm and fucked her like she hadn’t been fucked in months. Over and over, harder, deeper, each of her men made love to her like she was the only woman in the universe.

  She cried out as Brock grabbed her nipples roughly, twisting the sensitive nubs until she melted around the pleasure. He lowered one hand to her clit, and she was lost.

  Heat burst through her abdomen, the rocking-rolling sensation of having them both inside her while her body went into meltdown, stealing her voice, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She screamed as every muscle shook with release.

  Vaguely aware of them both coming at the same time, Mikayla closed her eyes and thanked the heavens for her amazing men
. John leaned over to kiss her softly as Brock shifted to nibble on her earlobe.

  Exhausted, she closed her eyes.

  * * * *

  “She’s asleep,” John said, feeling pretty good about the whole fucking-their-wife-into-unconsciousness thing. It was stupid and macho bullshit, but he couldn’t quite convince himself not to be so satisfied.

  “Go get cleaned up,” Brock said. “I’ll stay here.”

  John laughed at Brock’s obvious contentment, and then pulled his softening cock out of Mikayla’s heavenly warmth. She was achingly beautiful like this. She lay sprawled across Brock’s big body, her legs open, her face relaxed in sleep, and John couldn’t think of any place he’d rather be.

  But the shower beckoned, and the sooner he got cleaned up, the sooner he could hold Mikayla for the rest of the night. The communicator buzzed before he could get three steps, so he turned and answered the damn thing. Luckily it was Lachlan. Anyone else might’ve been shocked by him answering the sub-space communicator naked as a jaybird.

  “We have a problem,” Lachlan said immediately. “Where’s Mikayla?”

  “Asleep,” John answered, feeling a little irritated. Did Lachlan think he wasn’t looking after their wife?

  “Good, but grab a headset,” Lachlan ordered. Peeved at his brother’s highhanded attitude, John did as ordered only because he was concerned for his wife. If Lachlan didn’t want Mikayla to hear, then it was a solid bet that it wasn’t good news. As soon as he had the headset in place, he nodded for Lachlan to continue.

  “A few days ago Jessie Evans introduced herself to our parents as Peter’s fiancée. I set them straight, but today she arrived with a handful of papers claiming that Mikayla isn’t really Mikayla Noone. Mom sent them to our lawyer, and he says the papers look legitimate enough. Bryce put a call in to some old friends, and we’re trying to verify the information.”

  John wanted to yell at Lachlan for being fool enough to believe anything provided by Jessie Evans, but he didn’t want to risk waking Mikayla, so he ground his teeth together and nodded instead.

  “Jessie is claiming that none of our marriages to Mikayla are genuine and that we provided fraudulent information to the courts.” Fuck. The woman wasn’t satisfied with trying to take their money and assets. Now she was trying to throw their asses in jail as well.

  John nodded again, this time too worried he wouldn’t be able to control his temper if he so much as opened his mouth.

  “I think,” Lachlan continued, “that there is a logical explanation. We just have to find it.” John nodded in agreement and moved to take the ear piece off. Twelve months ago, if Mikayla had woken and found them talking on the communicator in complete silence, she wouldn’t have let up until he’d relayed the conversation word for word. He wasn’t so sure her reaction would be the same at the moment, but he didn’t want to risk it.

  Swallowing down his anger, John finally managed to speak in a level voice.

  “We need to see the doctor again day after tomorrow, and then we were planning to head back to home.”

  Lachlan nodded, relief obvious on his face. “Good,” he said, “we’ll hire female security staff as soon as we can, but with the vitamin supplement, we should at least be able to protect Mikayla if things get out of hand.”

  “I’ll let you know when we’re leaving,” John said carefully, hopefully giving Lachlan the message not to call while Mikayla was around. Jessie Evans had already done enough damage, and until they knew what the hell was going on, he’d rather Mikayla not be involved. Considering the way she’d reacted when Brock had basically hidden her in the clothing store while John dealt with Jessie’s unexpected appearance, he felt fully justified in protecting her this way. She’d been angry when they’d hidden the original court case from her, but that was before she’d had several months of doubting herself. She was just beginning to find her true self again, and John was determined to give her time. They’d explain it all later, hopefully when it was all sorted out.

  Chapter Six

  “Welcome home, little one,” Lachlan said as he pulled her into his embrace. “I’ve missed you.”

  She smiled happily and very nearly bounced from husband to husband as she greeted them all after stepping off the cruiser. She looked happier than she had in months, and Lachlan smiled gratefully at Brock and John. Whatever they’d said or done had worked. She was back to being the woman they’d married, not the stressed, timid woman she’d become in the past few months.

  Ryan and Ty wrapped themselves around Mikayla and did their usual disappearing act. Lachlan smiled. Hopefully, Mikayla had gotten some sleep on their trip because she wasn’t going to get any with those two. She waved over her head, obviously more than happy to go along with the twin’s plans.

  * * * *

  Mikayla giggled happily as Ryan and Ty rushed her from the room. She suspected that the others were merely waiting for her to get out of earshot before they discussed their trip and her reactions in minute detail. She loved that they cared so much, but even now, when she knew that most of her emotional issues and concerns had been blown out of proportion by a lack of vitamin D, she couldn’t help worrying that she wasn’t the woman they needed.

  Surely they deserved a woman braver than her. She’d never considered herself a coward before, but everyone had a breaking point. Maybe she’d found hers. Put simply, the thought of becoming pregnant again filled her with mind-numbing dread. Somehow, in her head, pregnancy had become synonymous with fear and anguish, not the beginning of a new life. Even knowing on an intellectual level that her anxiety was higher than the situation warranted still didn’t give her the ability to overcome it. She just hoped she could hide it long enough from her husbands to get over the damn problem.

  Finally reaching Ryan and Ty’s quarters, the twins wasted no time in getting all three of them naked. Hands roamed over every inch of her skin, relearning her shape, igniting the flames of her arousal. She moaned as Ryan took a nipple in his mouth and Ty stroked a hand over her already dripping pussy.

  “We missed you, darlin’,” Ty said in between soft kisses and stinging little bites on the back of her neck. She moaned as Ryan bit down on the nipple he held captive and then swirled his tongue around and around the aching nub.

  “I missed you, too,” she managed to gasp out.

  “Can’t wait,” Ryan said as Ty lifted her up and Ryan grabbed her knees, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. His hard cock pressed against her, sliding into her pussy slowly as Ty dripped lube against her ass. Incredible tingling sensations skittered all over her as Ty finally pushed his cock into her back passage.

  They stayed that way, just breathing, Mikayla simply enjoying the feeling of being one with her men. Gentle kisses and soft sighs filled the moments, but then Mikayla’s muscles pulsed of their own volition, and her men began to move.

  In and out, harder, deeper, but in slow rhythm like they were savoring every sweet stroke. Mikayla could feel her orgasm building rapidly. Ryan and Ty started moving faster, their coordination perfect as they built the speed, the motion, the friction. Mikayla ground her teeth, trying to hold back her climax, but then Ryan whispered three little words and she was lost.

  Every nerve ending tingled as energy exploded outward. She held onto Ryan, crying out as orgasm overwhelmed her and her men’s movements faltered. They held her tight, their breathing rapid as she pulsed around their cocks, dragging their climaxes from them.

  “I love you, too,” she managed to whisper in response to Ryan’s words.

  Swallowing hard, she held back the tears that threatened. It was so silly to feel this way when her men so obviously loved her, but she couldn’t hold back the worry that maybe she didn’t deserve them.

  “Shower time,” Ryan said happily. A moment later, Ty moved away from her, and Ryan, still intimately joined with her legs around his waist, carried her into the bathroom. By the time they finished “cleaning” her, she was so exhausted that she had no
more time to worry. She slept soundly for the first time in a long time.

  * * * *

  Finally able to talk without fear of Mikayla overhearing, John and Brock filled their brothers in on what they’d learned in their limited amount of investigating while on Earth.

  Basically, Mikayla Noone hadn’t been born.

  She existed. She had social security records, job and travel history, and taxation records, but they only went back to her eighteenth birthday. Everything before that was a blank. No school or medical records could be located. It was possible that she’d been born off-world, but those records were always transferred to the central human database, so there should’ve at least been some trace of what Mikayla Noone did or where she’d been before she’d suddenly appeared at age eighteen.

  The momentary uncomfortable thought that Mikayla wasn’t human flitted through John’s head. But he quickly dismissed it.

  Of course, he knew that none of his brothers would love Mikayla any less if she wasn’t human—they weren’t that narrow-minded—but there were few species compatible with humans in a reproductive sense. The brief moment of anger that she might’ve been lying to them quickly melted into guilt for not trusting his wife.

  “So now what?” Peter asked, looking about as confused as John felt. “If Jessie can get this information in front of a judge, the last verdict is liable to be overturned. I really, really don’t want Mikayla to have to go through that again. Surely Jessie would find a way around the eighth brother issue this time.

  “I guess we need to ask her,” Brock said. He didn’t look happy about it, but did they really have a choice?

  “No,” Peter said stubbornly. “We’ll figure it out without upsetting Mikayla.”